I Believe Every One Of Us Possesses

One Of The Sad Realities Of Being A Parent Is That The Same Stuff You Know Is Exciting, Educational, And Enriching In Your Child'slife Is Often Messy, Smelly And Exhausting To Deal With.

The Painter Who Feels Obligated To Depict His Subjects As Uniformly Beautiful Or Handsome And Without Flaws Will Fall Short Of Making Art.

When People Ask What I Write About, That's What I Tell Them: 'the Drama Of Human Relationships.' I'm Not Even Close To Running Out Of Material.

I Have No Doubt That Over The Years My Children Will Find Plenty Of Things About Me To Criticize. But Something Tells Me That Twenty Years From Now Not One Of Them Will Sit On Some Therapist's Couch Complaining Because Their Mother Didn't Spend Enough Time Vacuuming Up Glitter.

She Felt Everything Too Deeply, It Was Like The World Was Too Much For Her.